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RE: SIN
  • Alex
    where-are-my-toes?@alex.com
    to differentstatic@chaelee.com
    20/07/2018 4:19 am

    scissors and silver bubble gum

    popping prisms on my breasts
    the cat goes missing every morning
    and I don’t know where to find my toes
    i feel like lemon lullaby sorbet
    like shivering in the dead of summer
    like i don’t know how to know how to feel
    like flipping channels to watch different static
    what is a secular sin?
    i want to watch the birds so long I start to feel
    like a tree . i want to count my own rings
    building out from my belly button
    ripples of bent flesh and fluoride
    she brings me my toothpaste
    and I can’t think of the definition of tangle
    but I guess I know how it feels in my hands
    i twiddle binoculars between my elbows
    i can hold a distance between my own body
    if i peel enough oranges all the way down to the pulp
    and pinch the edges of windowpanes
    until they fold into gnarls of light and separation
    how can you hold a hand you have not danced with before
    i think i did not know how to know myself
    when we were we on those curving tree roads
    between my teeth and your least favorite rib
    my jasmine plant is dying I think
    it came with a sign that read do not overwater
    so i stopped expecting a flood
    i rationed out my liquids into cracked glasses
    letting the iced tea dribble onto my chin
    i think this is not right
  • Chaelee
    between.my.teeth@chaelee.com
    to and.my.least.favorite.rib@alex.com
    24/08/2018 6:04 am

    and bubble gum

    on breasts
    the cat goes every
    and don’t know where to toes
     
    feel lemon lullaby sorbet
    the dead of
    don’t know how to know how to feel
    channels to watch
     
    what a secular ?
     
    want to watch the so long start to feel
    a tree . want to count own
    out from belly button
    of bent flesh and
     
    she toothpaste
    and can’t of the of tangle
    but guess know how feels hands
    between elbows
     
    can hold a between own body
    peel enough oranges all the way down to the pulp
    and the edges of
    they fold gnarls of and
     
    how can hold a hand have not danced before
    not know how to know
    when we were we on those tree roads
    between teeth and least
     
    plant
     
    came a that read do not overwater
    so stopped a flood
    out cracked glasses
    the tea onto
     
    not
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    me summer
    my myself
     
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    if different
    in sin chin find into dying pinch rings brings think curving jasmine letting morning popping building flipping shivering expecting definition binoculars windowpanes 
    is this prisms missing scissors distance
    it with favorite
    did
    rib
    iced
    like
    sign
    birds
    light
    right
    until
    silver
    static
    dribble
    liquids
    ripples
    twiddle
    fluoride
    rationed
    separation